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Tweak says, "Will you take me to the ball?"

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead (little_dixon) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-04-24 22:59:00

Entry tags:

#complete, daryl dixon, jennsen

WHO: Daryl and Jennsen
WHAT: Going to help
WHEN: Tonight after this
WHERE: Jennsen's room
RATING: language, blood and bits, TBD otherwise
STATUS: Complete

Crap.

That stupid video had shaken him up more than he cared to admit and here he was acting on a whim while the girl, delusional from blood loss, was jawing on about how it was a trap and all that. Hell, the whole place was a trap as far as he was concerned, one more little trap (if there was one) wasn't going to do much more damage than this damn place did.

As he tore out from the Roadhouse and started to run down the sidewalk towards Building C, Daryl tried to reason that it wasn't that he cared. People shouldn't care much while they were here, others only left if they did that. Place was like some crazy waiting room and hell if he was going to take the time to get cozy just to find out sooner than later that someone's number had been called.

This, he reasoned, was just the humane thing to do. The girl was bleeding in what looked like her room and helpless.. Always trying to make up for Sophia..

Flinging the doors to Building C open, Daryl raced inside and down the first floor hall to Jennsen's room, not bothering in knocking as he opened the unlocked door and looked around, breathing heavily. "Jennsen?!" He called out, walking with a purpose through the living area and down the hall to her bedroom.

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pristinejennsen
2012-05-21 04:48 am UTC (link)

Jennsen could feel herself floating, simply drifting away. She said all that she could. The man continued carrying her, continued running for help. But she knew his mission would be ending soon. And he would take hers up, reaching out to her brother, giving him the message that she had relayed. She knew he would. Because he was a good man, too. Always in the company of good people. Of heroes. Richard. Darken. Zedd. Kahlan. They would continue on. They would keep the world safe.

She leaned into the man now, her voice barely a whisper, "Thank you. Such care from a stranger. May the spirits reward you."

Her eyes closed. She had felt herself drifting before, but the current had become stronger. She couldn't hold on anymore. But she wasn't scared. She was ready to join her mother.

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